Tomorrow is the big day! I’m mad for the Oscars. I love the movies, I love the fashion, I love how the whole of Hollywood is crammed into little theatre seats like pretty maids all in a row. I don’t love the daggy comparing with the lame jokes and outdated music and I especially don’t love the boring speeches, but I do love it when a celebpretty manages to say something worthwhile with their two minutes of world broadcast time. Honestly, if you ever wanted to see how much an actor relies on a script, just watch the Academy Awards.
If I had two minutes of world broadcast time, I’d thank the Academy -it’s not nice to be rude, is it? – then I’d quickly thank my family because it’s their moment too. Then I’d remind the world that it’s nice to be kind, that nobody is better than anybody else and that helping others makes you feel good. I’d conclude my two minutes by asking every single person watching the show to donate just $1 to Oxfam and then I’d go. I’d probably fall over my dress on the way down the stairs, or accidentally give a little peek-a-boob, but otherwise, I’d be a swan.
Anyway, I’ve seen almost all of the Best Picture nominations this year and here’s what I thought.
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Not seen, but on my list. I hear Matthew McConaughey is tipped for the Best Actor Oscar, which will be an interesting choice because he’s such a bad actor – isn’t he? He showed up in The Wolf Of Wall Street looking like he was on death’s door, so I assume the two films were filmed side-by-side.
Desperate to see this one. Both Spike Jonze and Joaquin always makes interesting choices and are brilliant at everything they do. Amy Adams pops up in this one too – she’s nominated for Best Actress for American Hustle, but didn’t manage to secure a double-nom ala Cate Blanchett in 2007 and Julianne Moore (now there’s a fine filly) in 2002.
This is a dear film, a slow burner that stays with you for weeks. Bruce Dern is wonderful as Woody Grant, the old timer who sets off across America to claim his $1,000,000 win from a sweepstakes scam (think Reader’s Digest and weep). It’s a simple story about aging and family and the importance of having a purpose in life. I think it’s too quiet for the Academy to give it snaps for Best Picture, which is a shame because it probably deserves the gold.
I wasn’t going to see Philomena, but I’m glad I did. Unassuming Philomena Lee (Judi Dench, who plays Judi Dench in every film just so utterly brilliantly) is searching for her son Anthony fifty years after the church forced her to give him up during her time slaving in the laundry at the Sean Ross Abbey in country Ireland. Her story is being documented by ex-Labour government adviser Martin Sixsmith after Philomena’s daughter convinces him it’s a story worth telling. The unlikely pair travel to America together in search of Anthony.
This film should have a two-box weepy warning, because I cried buckets. I can never handle quiet dignity – gets me every time. That said, while this is a lovely film, it probably lacks the punch that the Academy looks for in a winner. Judi Dench is up for the Best Actress award, but I think Meryl (love!) might just get another one this year (unless the Academy ignores the Woody debacle and lets Cate Blanchett pip her at the post).